It was three in the morning of the 26th before the troops and cannon were all over, and another hour passed before they could be formed on the Jersey side.

A violent northeast storm of wind, sleet, and hail set in as they began their nine miles' march to Trenton, against an enemy in the best condition to fight.

The weather was terrible for men clad as they were, and the ground slipped under their feet.

For a mile and a half they had to climb a steep hill, from which they descended to the road that ran for about three miles between hills and forests of hickory, ash, and black oak." "Oh, how brave and patriotic they were!" exclaimed Rosie.

"I remember reading that their route might be easily traced by the blood on the snow from the feet of the poor fellows, who had broken shoes or none.